my airtel account is being its pirate self again...have gone through like 6 cards in a matter of weeks and really not talking that much. had the the most horrible party on friday...everybody just sat and looked at each other for boring hour after hour....so I vamoosed to next room, got progressively drunk while playing solataire and listening to mournful hindi tracks. after a while the world began spinning really fast and I curled into protective ball on bed trying to make it stop...first time I felt this sick by the way...
next day stabilsed over finishing hand-knit shawl which I wore the next friday for outlook pay and play party. if nothing else blessed be the boring continuity of my life....of course party was not the best place to be exibiting my knitting skills so generally flung skirt around the place, got groped by two people and laughed uproariously at A's chicken dance and S's swaying S move.
In cal now, with the worst still in front of me. feeling like maria outside the von trap house, so i shall twang belly up and rush in where fools fear to tread...and ask....why am I so scared?